239 Flying a sword is just sliding through the air, which is essentially the same as skiing
There was a lot of snow on the ground. Jiang Xin stepped on the snow enough and took out a shield.
Rich spiritual energy emanated from the palm-sized shield, and it was obviously a high-level protective weapon.
Jiang Xin threw the shield to the ground, with the enemy side facing down, and the shield quickly returned to its normal size.
Jiang Xin sat on it and patted the empty space behind her: "Junior brother, I will take you flying!"
"Ah? Oh." Jiang Xiao, who had been somewhat distracted, came back to his senses and walked over to sit down behind Jiang Xin.
"Hold on tight." Jiang Xin reminded, holding tightly onto the raised front end of the shield, and with a "whoosh", he slid down the snow at lightning speed along the slope of the mountain.
The snow on the ground was very deep. Kunlun Palace did not clear all the snow, but simply cleared a path for people to walk on.
Jiang Xin didn't take this trail, but instead chose to ski in areas with thick snow.
In the silent mountains, her cheerful laughter was particularly clear.
Chu Linfeng looked at them with envy: "Can anyone lend me a shield-like magical weapon? I want to play with it too."
Lin Yan thought it was unnecessary: "You can fly faster than this with your sword, why are you still envious of Junior Sister's toys?"
Chu Linfeng was just envious: "Flying a sword is flying a sword, skiing is skiing, I haven't skied yet."
He drew out his sword, looked at the shiny blade, and a bold idea came to his mind.
As a fellow sword cultivator, Ning Yao had the dignity of a sword cultivator and thought his idea was dangerous: "If you go skiing on a sword, the sword will cry."
Chu Linfeng expressed his doubt: "Then why didn't it cry when I usually stepped on the sword to slide in the air?"
Ning Yao was stunned by the question and said after a while: "Flying a sword is flying a sword, skiing is skiing."
Chu Linfeng had a good reason: "Flying a sword is sliding through the air, which is essentially the same as skiing."
He threw out the sword and slashed with two fingers.
The long sword drew a graceful circle in the air and stopped steadily at his feet.
Chu Linfeng was about to step on it happily when he suddenly heard a crisp "Ouch" from the front.
Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao's "sled" was speeding and hit a large snowball that suddenly appeared on the hillside, and flew out directly.
The shield sled flipped into the sky and spun in the air. Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao fell out of it and plunged into the thick snow.
The protective magic weapons on the little guys took effect automatically, protecting them and drilling two big holes in the snow.
The danger disappeared, and these automatically operating protective devices were no longer effective, so Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao remained the same.
——Buried upright in the snow like two upside-down onions, with only a pair of short legs sticking out, struggling hard.
Because it was buried too deep, the two men's short hands were just digging in the snow.
And because of their digging, the upper layer of snow loosened, burying the two little guys deeper.
Jiang Xin's dissatisfied whimpering voice rang out in the soft snow: "Wuwuwu, Senior Brother, save me..."
Wuxin was the first to laugh out loud in an unkind way.
Then he realized that these two were big shots, and he raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Wen Ziqi was also amused, but was puzzled by Wu Xin's actions: "Master, what do you mean by this?"
"I'm afraid of going blind." Wu Xin said concisely. He opened a gap with his fingers covering his eyes and peeked at the two "upside-down onions" on the hillside. He couldn't help but "puff" again.
It’s not that his Buddhist faith is not strong enough, it’s just that this scene is too interesting.
Ning Yao and Zhao Shi quickly used the Wind-Walking Technique, stepped forward to pull Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao out of the snow, and gently brushed off the snow on their bodies.
Chu Linfeng picked up the sword with one foot and put away his immature idea.
Flying a sword is indeed different from skiing.
He was just about to take a step forward to check on his fellow junior brothers and sisters when he suddenly noticed Lin Yan's serious expression.
"Second Brother, what's wrong?" Chu Linfeng sent him a message.
Lin Yan replied solemnly: "We have seen Junior Brother make such an embarrassing scene. Will he be silenced in the future?"
After all, the junior brother’s real identity is a Mahayana Demon Lord.
Chu Linfeng was a little scared, but soon he was relieved: "This is not the first time I've seen Junior Brother embarrassed. There are many things that made him want to silence us, not least this one."
Thinking of the past, Lin Yan panicked a little and couldn't help but touch the tortoise shell.
He has to find a way out for everyone.
Not far away, facing the concern of her senior brother, Jiang Xin pouted and complained to Zhao Shi unhappily: "Fourth senior brother, it's a good thing you are not Dai Hanshu's biological child. Look at the mountains in their Kunlun Palace, they are not as sensible as the mountains in our Tianshui Sect, and they actually dared to trip me!"
After saying this, she felt unsatisfied and stomped her feet twice to express her dissatisfaction.
Zhao Shi felt that this was not the mountain's fault, but the junior sister was so angry that her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster. He could only hold back the words of explanation in his heart: "Let's not take this road in the future."
Jiang Xiao had been absent-minded the whole day, and when the "car accident" happened, after he was pulled out by Ning Yao, he saw that Jiang Xin was fine, and began to daydream again.
Ning Yao noticed that he was unusually quiet and asked with concern: "Junior brother, are you okay?"
Jiang Xiao came back to his senses, shook his head, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm fine."
"Don't be sad, Junior Brother. I'll go and avenge us!" Jiang Xin rolled up his sleeves and walked forward. "If things are unfair, someone will take care of them. If the road is uneven, someone will clear it. Look, I'm going to build a road to heaven for Kunlun Palace. Hey, why is it you?"
Jiang Xin hadn't finished singing the distorted song yet when she paused and looked in shock at the pool of "stuff" in front of her.
That was the big snowball that caused them to fail before.
Because of the impact of the shield sled, the originally round snowball was broken into pieces, revealing the "filling" inside.
That's another snowball.
Three snowballs stacked together form a snowman.
At this moment, the snowman was lying on his back on the ground, with his round body combined with the tree branches on both sides, forming himself into the shape of a bird's paw print.
Since they only knew one snowman in Kunlun Palace, Ning Yao asked tentatively: "Daoist Ren Yuan?"
The snowman's dull obsidian eyes moved, and he responded weakly, "Fellow Daoist Ning..."
It was really him from the voice. Ning Yao was surprised: "Why did you come out? Aren't you going to retreat?"
Ren Yuan's face, which was made of white snow, showed a clear expression of pain: "It's so difficult to practice. I think it's better for me to turn myself in to the Palace Master."
He has three spiritual roots, which are not the best ones, but are also considered good ones.
He was able to cultivate to the Golden Core Stage, and his cultivation was solid. He was also able to travel long distances to gain experience on his own. This shows that there was no problem with his cultivation attitude, and he would not say things like "cultivation is so difficult" for no reason.
Ning Yao comforted him, "Your injuries have not healed yet, and your meridians have not fully recovered. It is normal for you to find it difficult to practice."
Ren Yuan said in despair: "It's not that my meridians are blocked, it's that I can't feel my spiritual veins at all now."
Chu Linfeng was surprised: "Without spiritual veins, wouldn't that make me a mortal?"
Ren Yuan raised his hand with a tree branch and pointed at himself: "You said that I, a snowman, am a mortal. Do mortals agree?"
"You definitely can't agree to that. They will just think you're a monster." Chu Linfeng felt a little sympathetic towards him and asked Jiang Xin habitually, "Junior Sister, what's going on?"
"He lacks imagination. He thinks that he is no longer a cultivator after turning into a snowman. He doesn't know how to cultivate, so he can't sense the spiritual veins." Jiang Xin felt a little disappointed. "Think about it more. If you can't treat yourself as a human being, can't you treat yourself as a cultivator?"
Why does it sound like monks are inferior to humans?
Ren Yuan was not convinced: "I think my imagination is already very rich!"
Jiang Xin: "Then why are you still a snowman?"
Ren Yuan was silent for a moment, speechless.
Seeing that he was too sad, Zhao Shi considerately changed the subject: "How did you become a snowball on the hillside?"
Ren Yuan: "After I turned into a snowman, I lost my legs and couldn't walk. I thought it was too tiring to hop around to find the Palace Master, so I just rolled down the mountain. But I rolled thicker and thicker in the snow, and finally I turned into snow."
Others: “…”
Suddenly I felt that he had a very rich imagination, and it was really unreasonable that he couldn't become a human.
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